Thursday, September 25, 2025

lamenting in packs

 



image credit:  from a post by Brian and Peri Zahnd, Laughter and Lament, recommended

From "Crowds and Power," by Canetti, pp.143ff:


The face of the earth has been changed by the religions of lament and, in Christianity, they have attained a kind of universal validity.  What is it then which has endowed them with their power of resistance?  What is it that has procured for these religions originating in lament their peculiar persistence during millennia?

The legend around which they form is that of a man or a god who perishes unjustly. It is always the story of a pursuit, a hunt, or a baiting, and there may   also be an unjust trial. In the case of a hunt, the wrong creature will have been struck down, the foremost hunter instead of the animal which is being pursued.  This animal, in a kind of reversal, may have attacked the hunter and wounded him fatally, as in the story of Adonis and the boar.  This is the one death which should not have taken place, and the grief it arouses is beyond all measure.

It may be that a goddess loves and laments the victim, as Aphrodite Adonis. In her Babylonian shape the goddess’s name is Ishtar, and Tammuz is the beautiful dead youth. Among the Phrygians it is the mother goddess Cybele who grieves for Attis, her young lover. In Egypt it is Isis who has lost her husband Osiris. But it can also happen – and this is the later and no longer mythical case – that a group of relatives and disciples lament the dead, as they do Jesus, or Husain, the Grandson of the Prophet and the true martyr of the Shiites.

The hunt, or pursuit, is pictured in all its details; it is a precise   story, very concrete and personal. Blood always flows; even in the most humane of all Passions, that of Christ himself, we find wounds and blood. Each of the things which compose the Passion is felt to be unjust; the further removed from mythical times, the stronger becomes the tendency to prolong the passion and to fill it out with human details. The hunt, or baiting, is always experienced from the point of view of the victim.

Around his end a lamenting pack forms, but the lament has a particular tone; the dead man has died for the sake of the people who mourn him.  Whether he was their great hunter, or had another and higher value for them, he was their savior. His preciousness is stressed in every possible way; it is he, above all that should not have died.  His death is not recognized by the mourners. They want him alive again.

It begins with the few faithful who stand beneath the cross; they are the kernel of the lament.  At the first Whitsuntide there were possibly 600 Christians; at the time of the Emperor Constantine about 10 million.  But the core of the religion remains the same; it is the lament. Why is it that so many join the lament?  What is its attraction? What does it give people?

To all those who join it the same thing happens: a hunting or baiting pack expiates its guilt by becoming a lamenting pack.  Men lived as pursuers and as such, in their own fashion, they continue to live.  They seek alien flesh, and cut into it, feeding on the torment of weaker creatures; the glazing eye of the victim is mirrored in their eyes, and that last cry they delight in is indelibly recorded in their soul. Most of them perhaps do not divine that, while they feed their bodies, they also feed the darkness within themselves.  But their guilt and fear grow ceaselessly, and, without knowing it, they long for deliverance. Thus they attach themselves to one who will die for them and, in lamenting him, they feel   themselves as persecuted. Whatever they have done, however they have raged, for this moment they are aligned with suffering.  It is a sudden change of side with far-reaching consequences. It frees them from the accumulated guilt of killing and from fear that death will strike at them too. All that they have done to others, another takes on himself; by attaching themselves to him, faithfully and without reserve, they hope to escape vengeance.



Thus it appears that religions of lament will continue to be indispensable to the psychic economy of men for as long as they remain  unable to renounce pack killing.

Of all the traditional religions of lament which could be adduced for doser consideration that of the Islamic Shites is the most illuminating.

The cults of Tammuz and Adonis, of Osiris and Attis are also relevant.

Bat they all belong to the past and are known only from cuneiform or hieroglyphic texts, or from the writings of the classical authors of antiquity, and, though these reports are invaluable, it will be more convincing if we concern ourselves with a faith which still exists today in a living and unweakened form

The most important of all the religions of lament is Christianity, and something will have to be said about it in its Catholic form. But from among the crucial moments of Christianity, the moments of true mass excitement, I propose to choose for description, not a moment of genuine lament, which has become rare, but another: the Feast of the Resurrection in the Church of the Sepulchre in Jerusalem.

Link to entire book as a PDF

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

back to blogging? or something else Subtacky? or settle for Spacebook? or..........

photo credit and related article 

There have been rumblings (I can never use that word anymore without a link to Neil Young) about a renaissance/kickstart of blogging, especially those of us who you used to resonate with the emerging church (whatever that was or is) or this with  church and culture emphases...


                                Is it too late? 

How I miss those blogs who disappeared (Next Reformation,  Denver in Translation, anybody?) . Check all the links on my right-hand column, and my "Lotsa Lynx" graveyard,  to see when  the dozens (OK, hundreds?)  of blogs I once clung to , were most recently updated.

Some have migrated to Substack (do check out Cathleen Falsani: This Numinous World, for starters.


One of the pioneers , Andrew Jones (Tall Skinny Kiwi) posted on Facebook last year:

"I believe that Substack is bringing back blogging. Not that blogging is dead, but it’s offering a place where blogging can co-exist with social media in a more seamless way." (HUNTER BURGTORF, 'Why Substack is the new blog)
I don't plan on joining Substack but I see that a lot of my friends are using it as a place for long-form text-based blogging. I would like to hear your thoughts. Many of you just feel the need to write, to get those thoughts out of your head and into the internet, to "publish glad tidings" daily. I can relate. Sometimes I post a thought on Facebook and then make it invisible. Sometimes, we just need to write for ourselves.
I used to blog many times a day on blogger but moved to Typepad because they had an integrated comment system and the graphics were cleaner. I should have stayed with the same platform.
I moved to Wordpress later but, like many bloggers, was inundated by anonymous troll commenters and decided to use Facebook as a safer place to share my thoughts.
I have not blogged for a long time but am now thinking that my site should be a home-base, a dashboard for all my social media streams, especially as I look at Twitch as a place where I can stream my thoughts in real time and enjoy conversation in the comments with the help of AI to moderate and enhance.
Any thoughts? Link 




Heck, as you can see below, once I click to publish this post, 2025 will be my most active year here....since 2017.


Can we party like it's 1999 again?


No, but I will post this anyway...and it will show up on Facebook, where interaction happens.

Though feel free to blow me away and comment below..